Me and Marshall ain't start shit, they listen to our shit
And talk shit about us, but that shit is foul
When I'm tryin' to feed my son and drop multi-platinum albums
Make my mother proud that her son made it out

But it's hard when they hate us, and think Em a racist
They say shit, but fuck them, Shady one of the greatest
Like Biggie and 'Pac was, we saw the throne was empty
And decided to chase it, me him and 50 racin'

This rap shit is basic, I followed that Jay shit
Think of what I wanna say, step in the booth, and one take it
How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hit
Then spit that classical L.A. N.W.A. shit

The media is bullshit, now we can't even say bitch
They accusin' Michael of touchin' kids in the wrong places
At first they embraced him, had a couple of face lifts
Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists

They comin' I can taste this, swear to God I erase 'em
Put the clip in and waste 'em before I go out on that fake shit
I'm so sick and tired of this black shit, this white shit
So I sit here and write shit, Em they ain't gon' like this, so they callin' us

(We ain't, goin', nowhere, so fuck you)
(We ain't, goin', nowhere, so fuck you)
This day, the game, will never be the same
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
The game just isn't the same, it's changin'
It's a new game, you're now about to witness the power

Only Dre can, judge me for the mistakes I'm makin'
If I'm fakin', I'm Clay Aiken
You ain't 50 and you ain't Game, you lame, you tame bitch
Your mind's lost, you ain't ready to make that flame switch

You'll end up in the same situation, same shit
Different day, just with different gangsters in your face
Which way do you wanna face when your brains hit pavement?
Think of what you'll say to Pastor Mase and save it

For the day that they got them affidavits wavin'
In my face lookin' for answers, rap sensation
Eminem battles to ward off, accusations
That he had somebody blasted, the mask of Jason

Was found at the scene of the task with masking tape
And the victim's penis up his ass, a basket case
And they ask him to clean up his act, you bastards wastin'
Too much time, me no kiss ass, and if that's the case, then we ain't goin'

(We ain't, goin', nowhere, so fuck you)
(We ain't, goin', nowhere, so fuck you)
This day, the game, will never be the same
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
The game just isn't the same, it's changin'
It's a new game, you're now about to witness the power

The Game

Lo, get Dre on the phone quick
Tell him Em just killed me on my own shit
I'm walkin' through 8 Mile, startin' to get homesick
I'ma do Shady numbers, I'm ridin' my own dick

Yeah the chrome sick, the windows tinted
If Eminem is in it, body armor under the panel
Ten these niggaz is killin' it, take a minute to listen
Turn down my Jimi Hendrix, I throw your demo out the window

For tellin' me, it's hot when it's not and you got
What you got from them rocks on the block you can stop
Tellin' Dre, you got shot with a glock that don't fade me
I'm crazy, why the fuck you think I'm rhymin' with Shady?

I don't care if the radio don't play me; I say
What I say when I feel like I'm Phil-in-the-Day
And get hard when these bitches see my car in the streets
I can't even take my son to cop them G-Unit sneaks, so I'm gone bitch

(We ain't, goin', nowhere, so fuck you)
(We ain't, goin', nowhere, so fuck you)
This day, the game, will never be the same
Things just ain't the same for gangsters
The game just isn't the same, it's changin'
It's a new game, you're now about to witness the power